Okay, so rather than have this blog be about my random meanderings it now has a purpose - it's going to document the next twelve months of my life...as I move to Cincinnati.
I just spent the past few days touring around Cinci or is it Cincy (?) trying to find an apt and a car. Here's what I was told: "look at the Hyde Park area. It's super cute and lots of young people live there." Here's what I learned: Hyde Park consists of a few streets - some are normal streets in an urbanish, but not uber-city, kind of way. However, one street over is "dump town." I've never seen such crappy neighborhoods and apartments...that haven't been in non-rehabbed parts of town. Let's just say my first day touring around was not the best. Mom and I managed to not only get lost, while using a GPS, but also found ourselves in the dumpiest parts of town.
We were sent by many people to see Hyde Park Square. Apparently the square is a mecca of culture and things to do. That may be the story in Cincinnati but for the rest of us, let me tell you what the Square really is. It's two blocks, TWO BLOCKS, (hard to have a mecca that's only 2 blocks) 3/4 of which are art galleries and not art galleries that are pretty and upscale. We're talking about places that probably sell posters. Even if they were edgy, that would be better.
I digress. On Tuesday, Mom and I had a meeting with a friend of a friend who owns (?) a car dealership who also has a daughter around 24. From here on out, the woman, lovely as she was, will be known as "the Jewish Mafia." Obviously she's not, but from the way she seemed to know the city, at least before we met her, that's what we called her.
So Tuesday for lunch we met the Jewish Mafia and her daughter. First I got to test a Kia SUV and drive all over the university area of Cincinnati. If you're reading this, then there's a good chance you know how much I a)hate driving strange cars, especially big ones b) don't like driving when I don't know where I'm going and c) don't like driving other people. It was the tri-fecta of my old auto accident PTSD. As the blonde mother and daughter are yapping in the car (and really, they were very nice) I'm trying to find my way through various construction zones. We're going down the eight millionth hill in the city, and all of the sudden the mom tells me that on my right is Spring-something Cemetary. She tells me that I should take a day and walk through there. While I can't walk a dog there, it's still very pretty.
I know Cincinnati isn't Chicago or New York, but are you really telling me that walking through cemetaries is what they do for fun??
Dear lord, if that's the case, this is going to be a long 12 months...
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